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coffee and [no] cigarettes

Well, it has been confirmed: cross-country skiing is a serious workout! Even with copious amounts of post-ski stretching, my quads and adductors (I think?) were a-burnin’. It’s also a lot of fun, especially when the snow is fresh, the tracks are set, and the skies are blue!

We skied at Camp Mercier, a cross-country ski/snowshoeing centre about 40 min north of Québec City, in the Réserve faunique des Laurentides. I would highly recommend it as there are numerous different loops, with both beginner and advanced skiers in mind, as well as small huts at intervals where one can warm up, re-wax the skis, and refuel. The scenery is lovely, with snow-covered evergreens and tree-covered hills rising in the background. There were some seriously good skiers there, with a few passing me like I was standing still! I do admire those sporty québeckers.

Fun fact: I squirreled away packets of Nutella from the caf (or refectory, as the Brits call it) at Oxford-Brookes University last spring and somehow this one arrived home with me and had been living in my backpack ever since. Of course I still ate it…who wastes Nutella?

Dried roses and magazines on the dining room table 🙂

Oh yeah, the title of this post refers to the oddball skits from Jim Jarmusch’s “Coffee and Cigarettes”, which my dear sister introduced me to.